She called me yesterday morning, right at eight.
Mom visited her the previous night. Same kind of dream/visitation I had. Thelma told me she’d never felt anybody real in a dream before, but the entire thing was so real to her, not a bit of anything surreal. Not weird and strange like dreams usually are.
She said it made her sad. But mom had put on weight and was warm. There was substance to her. I told her mom came to see her so she wouldn’t be sad, but to be happy that mom had moved on.
Boy, that mother of mine sure has a strong spirit.